FOT hasn’t contacted me since our date a week ago Monday. And you know, that’s OK. I wasn’t sure I was into him anyway.
I still made up all kinds of stories about it:
- I must’ve had a booger hanging out of my nose the whole evening.
- Since he paid for dinner, I was supposed to email him a thank-you afterward, but I didn’t, so he was offended. (What is the etiquette? Since I’ve always gone Dutch, I’m unclear.)
- He found my blog and didn’t like the fact that I wrote about him.
I suppose any of these could be true. Probably the blog though. He’s a software guy, and it doesn’t exactly take computer hacking skillz to find Avid Bruxist.
Maybe I shouldn’t blog about dating.
Is it fair? I don’t identify the men so I don’t think I’m breaking any moral codes.
Is it wise? Maybe not. Remember the very attractive man? A while back, one of my friends was asking about him because I didn’t do any follow-up. The reason I didn’t was because—OK, when I met him, he was seated and facing away from me the whole time. I arrived at our dinner date to find him standing outside the restaurant. I’m not going to say he was unattractive because he wasn’t. He was cute. But I hadn’t realized he was skinny. I mean, really skinny.
Here’s the thing about being a fat girl your whole life: skinny dudes make you feel even fatter. I felt like, if he pulled me onto his lap in a romantic moment, I would crack both his femurs. And then I’d have to take him to the hospital, and how embarrassing would that be to explain to the ER docs?
(It didn’t help that, during our meal, I got the feeling that I might emotionally break him too. He just seemed…fragile.)
So it wasn’t about him. It was about me. Feeling insecure about being with him. But I couldn’t write any of that because I was afraid he’d see it on the blog and it would hurt his feelings. (It’s been a long time, and I heard he was in a relationship, so I doubt he frequents this site now.)
In any case, y’all can’t seem to get enough of the dating stuff. My blog traffic goes way up on dating posts. Turns out, after The Bachelor, I’m your favorite single.
So I’ll keep hammering away at it.